Saleos is an outcast of the demon world, he's been mistrusted and mistreated his whole life just because he has the blood of two different demons running through his veins. He's deemed as dangerous and unstable, and even though he has a hook on how to control himself, he does believe himself as dangerous and keeps his distance from others.
Isana is s demi human, part Salvatore demon and part human. She's a firecracker, she's stubborn, quick witted and strong, and she doesn't take crap from anyone. She and Saleos both work at the Hallowed Sword, an organization of highly trained Salvatore assassins, out to take down the Mördare, murderous demons who enjoy destroying everything in their path.
Isana recently got a promotion, allowing her to take on tougher missions. To Saleos's dismay, he was in charge of training Isana. The two clash the minute they met. Isana thought with her heart rather than her head and Saleos hated that. And Isana hated how distant and mean Saleos was and all she wants is try to be friends.
Angra and Zagan are Mördare demons, infamous demons. They run their own gang and are very notorious for vicious murders of both demon and humankind. Zagan is the leader and his only goal is to make the world bend to his whim. Angra is his lover, and he only wants to fulfill Zagan's wishes.
Zagan plans to take out their clan head and then take down the Salvatore and thrust his newly created world into chaos.
Saleos was given the job to take Zagan down, and Isana was appointed to be Saleos's partner. At first Saleos was against this, he prefers to work alone. But the more they spent time with one another, they both began to realize how well they worked together.

Saleos is an outcast of the demon world, he's been mistrusted and mistreated his whole life just because he has the blood of two different demons running through his veins. He's deemed as dangerous and unstable, and even though he has a hook on how to control himself, he does believe himself as dangerous and keeps his distance from others.
Isana is s demi human, part Salvatore demon and part human. She's a firecracker, she's stubborn, quick witted and strong, and she doesn't take crap from anyone. She and Saleos both work at the Hallowed Sword, an organization of highly trained Salvatore assassins, out to take down the Mördare, murderous demons who enjoy destroying everything in their path.
Isana recently got a promotion, allowing her to take on tougher missions. To Saleos's dismay, he was in charge of training Isana. The two clash the minute they met. Isana thought with her heart rather than her head and Saleos hated that. And Isana hated how distant and mean Saleos was and all she wants is try to be friends.
Angra and Zagan are Mördare demons, infamous demons. They run their own gang and are very notorious for vicious murders of both demon and humankind. Zagan is the leader and his only goal is to make the world bend to his whim. Angra is his lover, and he only wants to fulfill Zagan's wishes.
Zagan plans to take out their clan head and then take down the Salvatore and thrust his newly created world into chaos.
Saleos was given the job to take Zagan down, and Isana was appointed to be Saleos's partner. At first Saleos was against this, he prefers to work alone. But the more they spent time with one another, they both began to realize how well they worked together.

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Chapter1 (v.1) - Hunger

Saleos inhaled deeply on the cigarette between his lips. The smoke burned his throat, and he could feel the toxins fill his lungs. The demon grimaced as the taste of nicotine raped his taste
buds. He couldn’t understand why humans smoked these things. But nonetheless it helped him calm his nerves.

He exhaled, the smoke swirling around his lips before dissipating into the air. He took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it onto the wheezing demon underneath him.

The demon snarled at Saleos, his eyes glowing a blood red. He was weak, body broken, but give the demon a few hours and his body will reconstruct itself and he’ll be up and going once again.

Saleos pulled back his trench coat, exposing the sheath on his thigh. He pulled out a dagger, the blade glistened in the moonlight. He then plunged the dagger in the Demon’s side, feeling
the skin break as the dagger penetrated the demon. Blood began to stain the demon’s shirt, then started to slowly pool onto the cement. The demon began to scream as the holy water laced dagger was
twisted further into his ribcage. The wound sizzled and the surrounding skin began to bubble. Saleos then stood to his feet, reaching behind him to reach his holster, he grabbed his gun, a special
kind of gun that uses a certain type of bullet that kills demons. He took off the safety and aimed at the demon’s head. He pulled pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang. Blood began to pool
around the Mördare.

Saleos put his gun away thinking it would have been less messy if he just burned the demon.

Saleos leaned against the wall of the alleyway, lighting another cigarette. He lightly tapped his index finger on the heel of his hand, activating his hologram receiver. A hologram screen
popped up in front of his face. He pressed the contacts icon near the bottom of the screen. He found his chief's number and pressed call. Using index finger and thumb, he dragged the corners of the
screen to make it wider.

An elder man appeared on screen, his hair silver was gelled back perfectly. A salt and pepper colored beard covered the majority of his face. A dark brown leather eyepatch rest over his left eye.
Saleos had heard many stories of how his chief had lost that eye in his younger years. A battle with a Mördare and being a little too confident cost him his eye. He often has used this mistake to
teach the youngsters to not get too cocky with their opponent. Especially with the Mördare.

“Come to report?” He asked.

Saleos nodded. “The Mördare has been taken care of like instructed, I need cleaners at my location.”

The older demon nodded his head. “Good work, I expect you back here within the hour.” He ended the call.

Saleos swiped the screen to the left getting rid of it. He then sighed and walked over to the dead demon on the ground. Most likely the creature will get picked clean by the other demons
around before the cleaners can get to it.

It’s the sad reality of this world now. Demons have been running amok for centuries. The demons then were savage, not like they’re any different now. But then there was no order whatsoever.
The humans, they were at the demons’ mercy. Demons killed humans for food, or just for the heck of it. It was when the humans started to grow scarce was when things started to get worse. The
supernatural beings started to attack and eat each other.

It was then that the demons had to do something before everything went to hell. The two oldest, wisest, and most powerful demons got together and talked about their situation. The more
civilized demon suggest that they kept the humans alive. He has noticed that the humans weren’t just meat sacs, he saw brilliance, and believed that they could learn from them. He wished for
coexistence. But the more unruly of the two thought humans of only cattle, they were incompetent and were just food. The two argued and seemed to not come to any agreement. Until finally, they both
agreed to split the demons and give them the choice. The demons who chose to coexist with the humans became the Salvatore. The demons who wanted to continue to kill the humans for fun are now known
as the Mördare.

The Salvatore clan is big, and own many cities. They even reign over some Mördare towns. The Salvatore clan does not kill and eat humans, they eat animals and call it vegetarianism. But some
Salvatore continue on the human diet, but not allowed to kill them. So there are some markets that sell human meat. If a Salvatore kills a human, their crimes are punishable by death.

The Mördare live in small rundown towns, or in the slums of the big cities. They can live in the cities as long as they don’t cause any disturbances. But, the Mördare pay no mind to their
warning.

The Salvatore had set up a program for young demons to train and kill the Mördare that cause too much chaos and kill too many of their own and humans alike. They trained them to become
assassins. The Hallowed Sword, Salvatore assassination Society. This has been around for centuries. Demons mainly ran the business, but it was only a couple hundred years ago they started letting
the humans join in. They only do office work since they’re not strong enough to take down any Mördare. But some will act as decoys for a mission if needed.

Saleos yawned and headed down the street. It was late, and he was in Mördare territory. Mördare are stronger than Salvatore, but Salvatore are trained how to take down a Mördare. But Saleos
wasn’t worried, he felt compelled to sit there and wait for more Mördare. But then he thought about the mountain of paperwork he would have to do for killing unlisted demons.

He was parked several blocks from the scene, and was happy to see his car not broken into. He pulled out his keys, pressing a button the car started, and the door opened for him. He climbed
in and the door shut behind him. He flicked a switch behind his steering wheel initiating autopilot. He tapped the screen menu after the car asked him where he wanted to go. His options of his most
recent and favorite spots popped up. He selected work and the car began to move. Saleos pushed his chair back and closed his eyes hoping he’ll be able to get a few winks before getting back.

It was a thirty minute drive back to work, and he didn’t get as much sleep as he wanted. His car parked in its usual space. The demon flipped the collar of his trench coat up and stuffed his
hands into his pockets as soon as he got out. The seasons were changing and the air was getting chilly. He hated the cold with a dire passion. He preferred the warmer months.

He made his way into the building, demons and humans alike scurried out of his path, looks of fear and worry on their faces. Saleos ignored their stares and blocked out their whispering. He
knows what they say about him. He’s untrustworthy and dangerous.

He was used to this, he had to deal with this all his life. He knew he was different, he knew just how dangerous he can be. But after years of put downs and mistrust he finally learned to
accept it and let people fear him.

He stopped in front of the elevator and pulled out his key card, he held it up to a scanner and the elevator dinged. The doors opened and the dark haired demon entered into the metal shaft.
He leaned against the cool wall and closed his eyes.

“Floor number please,” an electronic female voice filled the elevator.

“Twenty-six,” he muttered

“Thank you.” The elevator began to move and Saleos crossed his arms. The doors opened a few times, and people got in and out only making his trip up even longer.

“Floor twenty-six.”

The doors opened and the dark haired demon stepped out. The whole floor belonged to his department's chief, and Saleos is called often up to this floor. The chief, he’s the closest thing to
family Saleos has. The chief raised him, and even though Saleos acts like an aloof teenager towards the older demon, he does care about him, somewhat.

The female receptionist looked up and smiled as she watched Saleos walk out of the elevator. She's the only person besides the chief who does smile at the dark haired demon.

“Evening Saleos, Mr. Catheral is waiting for you in his office.”

Without uttering a thanks Saleos walked through the double doors of the Chief's office.

Normally Saleos has to squint when he walked into the room. The far wall behind the older demon's desk was just massive windows overlooking the chrome looking city. Saleos was a lot
more sensitive to the sunlight than others.

Saleos sat down in front of the glass desk, his gray eyes wandered down to the name plaque.

Sven Catheral.

Sven was a Salvatore demon, and in charge of the Meister’s. His job was stressful. From massive paperwork, and from keeping a close eye on Saleos. Saleos was a handful when he was younger,
and he’s a handful now. The younger demon liked doing things his own way, and those ideas usually get him and Sven into trouble.

“Saleos” Sven looked up from his paper work and leaned back in his chair. His one good eye stared the younger male down.

Sven would never say it aloud, but he admired the young demon. He has to deal with scrutiny and hatred every day. He was massively different from the other Salvatore, instead of the fair
skin, light hair and eyes, his skin was olive toned, his hair a deep brown, and his eyes were a stormy gray with a red hue circling around the iris. But he had the intense beauty of a Salvatore,
probably even more so.

Saleos raised his head, he looked disinterested, he knew why he was called in here, it’s usually the only reason why he’s ever called in here, besides being assigned an actual Meister job.
All he’s been getting was this Inceptor crap.

“I know how much you hate these little checkups, but the higher ups-”

“I know” the permanent scowl on Saleos’s face deepened as he drew away his gaze.

The older demon nodded. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

“Saleos” Sven's voice was stern.

The dark haired demon clicked his tongue but didn’t say anything further. He didn’t want to make Sven’s work load even bigger. But he knew Sven won’t let him leave until he spoke up.

“I still get those urges.”

That's all he needed to say and he knew Sven would understand what he meant.

The chief nodded and stood from his desk and made his way to the younger demon. “If you need help-”

“I know you are perfectly capable of handling and taking care of yourself, but you know-”

“Yes I get it, nobody trusts me, they all think I’m going snap and go on a rampage.” Saleos’s gray eyes lowered down to his lap, he doesn’t blame them. The urge to kill his peers are strong,
and there were many times when he just wants to let go and let his instincts take over. He knows it will make him feel better.

“If you just show them just how diligent you can be-”

Saleos interrupted Sven for the second time. “You’ve been feeding me the same bullshit line for half a century old man. Nothing is going to change if it hasn’t by now.”

Sven stared hard at Saleos before he let out a breath. “The council, they’re going to be coming down to evaluate you.”

Saleos’s head snapped up. “Why?”

“They want to see if you’re not as dangerous as I claim you not to be.”

Saleos’s gaze fell to the desk. Why did they want to evaluate him now? This was stupid. He was always, what he thought, on good behavior.

“The clean up crew does report things that are out of the ordinary, Saleos. And they have noticed sometimes you’re messy.”

Saleos shrugged not understanding.

“You get violent, and it shows with your kills.”

There are times when Saleos looks forward to his jobs, because sometimes he can’t hold himself back no matter how hard he tries. The need to rip something apart is strong, and he takes it
out on the Mördare he's assigned to kill.

Sven stood once again and walked to one of the many large windows and looked down at the busy streets below. “You're dismissed for the day, go home.”

The younger demon stood to his feet and headed for the door.

“Oh, wait, one more thing. You'll be training a new Meister in a few days.”

Saleos turned on his heels and walked out the door and to the elevator. He leaned against the wall as the elevator descended down towards the lobby. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, he
was pissed off. He couldn’t believe he was going to be evaluated. He should have asked when, but he’s actually more pissed with the news of having to train a new Meister. They always think they’re
high and mighty just because they’re now at a higher rank. But it wasn’t how it works.

Saleos did not want to deal with a snot nosed newbie telling him they know his job better than him.

The elevator doors dinged and opened. He walked out and made his way to the front and walked out the door. He climbed into his car and he made the drive home, his anger slowly building.

The city is made up in several districts. Starting from the high end district, to the middle class, and then to the ghettos, which was where Mördare mainly lived. Saleos lives in the
Southcrest district, it wasn’t exactly wealthy, but it was high class. It was a gated community, and not just anyone could get in.

His car stopped at the front gate and he typed in his key code. The gates opened and his car pressed on. He drove into the parking garage and the car parked in its assigned space.

Saleos didn’t move immediately, his mind was still on the conversation he had with Sven. The dark haired demon was grateful of the man, even though he wouldn’t admit it, Saleos needed the
support and encouragement Sven supplied for him. If it wasn't for him he would have been killed long ago. But it pissed him off when he still treated him like a child, or when he sprang things like
training newbies on him. They both knew Saleos's social skills were not the best.

The dark haired demon grumbled go himself and opened his car door, he grabbed his things from the backseat and made his way into the apartment.

He owned his own floor in the building, and he liked the open space. The color scheme he chose were grays, off whites, and dark blues. Most of his windows were covered by curtains, he
couldn’t stand the sun. But he enjoyed sitting out on the terrace and staring at the busy city below.

Saleos stood in front of his apartment door and bent down, level with his scanner. A lime green light scanned his left eye, the door clicked open and he walked in.

The lights automatically came on upon entry and Saleos made a beeline towards his kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped open the cap with his teeth.

Beer was one of the few human things he can stomach. Demons don’t eat human food, to them it tastes bland and bitter. Salvatore will sometimes garnish their food with human spices to seem
more human. Or some even learned to stomach the bland tasting food to fit in a bit more.

Saleos walked into his living room to a bird cage where a bright green parakeet was sleeping. Saleos opened the cage and tapped the bird on the head turning it on.

The parakeet lifted it’s head, blinked then ruffled it’s feathers.

Saleos made a sharp whistle and the bird instantly hopped onto his shoulder.

“How may I be of an assistance?” The words played directly into the demon's head.

Saleos's parakeet is an Animadroid, an animal like robot programmed to help their masters. There are also other androids, they come in different shapes and sizes. Some look like humans,
others that look like alien like creatures. But all of them have two functions. Pet type or tech type.

Pet types are used for companionship, while tech types are far more useful. They can be used to help with chores, be used as caregivers, can be used for the internet, as a GPS, as a weapon,
as security, etc.

Saleos bought the parakeet as a pet type even though it was programmed to be a tech type. He rarely uses it for it’s intended purpose. He downloaded pet type features into the Animadroid,
even though he could easily exchange it for an actual pet type.

“Hey Peck” he said softly, he stroked the bird's back as he made his way to the living room couch. “Can you turn the TV on?”

Peck cocked his head then blinked. “As you wish” the bird's high pitched voice once again popped into his head.

The TV turned on and Saleos sunk into the cushions and propped his feet up on his coffee table. He picked up the book he left on the couch the previous night. Saleos isn’t one for TV, he
uses it for background noise mostly.

He doesn’t have many hobbies, he enjoys reading, he likes cooking, napping, and keeping himself busy by training himself to get stronger.

Saleos spends his days and nights alone, he has no friends and no family to call up. He'll go to bars and clubs for drinks and quick hookups, but that was that, he was back at his apartment,
alone.

The demon finished the book an hour later and he tossed it into his coffee table. He was bored, he glanced at the TV, some old cartoon was on. He grabbed his beer to take a sip only to find
that he finished it. He grumbled sourly as he stood to his feet to toss it into his recycling bin.

Out of nowhere, a sharp pain pierced his abdomen causing Saleos to double over in pain. He hissed as he dropped the bottle to grab hold onto the back of the couch.

His hunger pangs were back. He held himself, breathing heavily through his nose. The pain was excruciating, but he tries to ignore them on a nearly everyday basis until it begins to get too
much. Until he has no choice but to succumb to the need to feed.

Saleos closed his eyes and began to count in his head. His nails began to pierce his flesh as the pain first grew worse, then it slowly began to lessen. The demon took several shaky breaths
before standing up straight. He let out a sigh, he felt nauseas and dizzy. He left the bottle on the floor and made his way to the terrace to have a smoke to calm his nerves.

The loud city life and cool breeze welcomed him as he walked through the glass doors. The sun was beginning to set, and street lights were beginning to turn on, and the flashing
advertisements were beginning to seem brighter and more annoying.

The demon leaned against the glass railing as he pulled out his cigarette pack from his back pocket, he noticed his hands were shaking as he pulled out a cigarette.

“How may I have be of an assistance?”

The bird's voice made the demon jump, he forgot that Peck was still on his shoulder.

“I’m fine” he mumbled as he struggled to get his lighter to spark.

“Your heart rate has accelerated, and it seems your-”

“I said I’m fine Peck!” He yelled.

The bird fell silent as he stared up at his master. He looked at the lighter, then at the cigarette hanging between the demon's lips. “Would you like me to light that for you?”

Saleos threw his lighter down into the streets below, his anger getting the best of him. “Fine whatever.”

Peck opened his mouth, there was a click, and then there was a single flame glowing in the bird's beak. Saleos took his cig and held the end of it to the flame until he was able to inhale
the toxic fumes that were nestled in this cancer stick.

Saleos coughed as he took a long drag. God he hated smoking these things, he could never get used to the repulsive taste and the sting in his throat. But it helped him ease his mind.

The dark haired demon watched as Salvatore demons walked down the streets below him. The whole lot of them, fair haired, pale complexion, and other worldly beauty. Saleos tries to act like
he doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb. The only thing Saleos shared in common with the Salvatore was his beauty. But he knows he doesn’t belong here, he’s not one of them. He doesn’t belong
anywhere.

He propped his chin on the palm of his hand, his eyes closing as his body was finally relaxing. He took a deep calming breath through his nose. The air was no longer filled with scent of
Salvatore. Saleos eyes snapped open, there was no more gray, only a piercing red.

He smelled a human. He gripped the railing, bared his teeth as his eyes searched the streets of that alluring smell. His nails began to elongate and darken, his teeth sharpened, his skin
started to turn to an ashen gray, long cracks underneath his eyes slowly began to dance along his face, as if his human skin was chipping away to show his true form. His hunger was back, and the
urge to rip and tear was stronger than ever.

No!Stop!

A small voice in the back of his mind screamed at him. Saleos blinked, trying to think past the thick fog clouding his mind, but it was almost impossible, the murderous intent was too
strong.

He growled as he brought his attention back to finding the source of the smell.

Youneedtostop!

Saleos ignored the voice in his head as he jumped up on the railing, ready to go on a hunt.

The demon then suddenly howled in pain as he fell back onto the terrace and grabbing at his neck. Peck had bit Saleos's neck, sending electric shocks through his body. He programmed the bird
to electrocute him whenever he began to show signs of losing himself to his unwavering hunger.

The demon spasmed on the ground, his body slowly reverting back to normal as he gained his own consciousness again. He slowly stopped twitching and he finally gained control of his own
limbs. He grabbed hold onto his neck and slowly sat up. He looked around and spotted Peck sitting on the armrest of a chair he placed out on his terrace.

“Thanks” he muttered.

“I suggest you eat something.”

Saleos nodded, knowing Peck was right. It wasn’t that he didn’t eat anything, he just wasn’t eating what his body craved. He tries to stick with the same diet as the rest of the Salvatore.
But it is never enough, and when something like this happens he has no choice but to give what his body needs.

Finding human meat is something you can’t buy in stores. You need to know people in order to buy the meat, and it doesn’t come cheap. There are even underground restaurants that serve human.
But getting into them is almost impossible, they’re always member secluded.

Saleos carefully got to his feet, his legs felt like jelly as he walked back into the apartment to the kitchen. He opened up his freezer door and grabbed a brown package. It was his last
one, he was going to need to go buy more after this.

He cooked up the meat quickly and chowed down.

There was something about human meat that differed from animal meat. It was sweeter, juicer, more tender, it pulled apart so easily, and it held so much flavor. Eating this meat was a
delicacy, Saleos always felt like a king when he finally got to eat it. He felt like he was being rewarded, he deserved this treat, he deserved every bite.

Plate cleared he set it in the dishwasher. His nausea and stomach pains were now gone. He changed for bed and sought out another book before climbing into bed.

He knew his hunger will be back before long. His hunger is never fully satisfied, he was always starving. And even though he knows how to handle himself, he fears one day it won’t be enough.